What then makes Byzantium a most excellent site, and Calchedon the reverse, is just this: and although at first sight both positions seem equally convenient, the practical fact is that it is difficult to sail up to the latter, even if you wish to do so; while the current carries you to the former, whether you will or no, as I have just now shown.
— from The Histories of Polybius, Vol. 1 (of 2) by Polybius

7 O trumpeter, methinks I am myself the instrument thou playest, Thou melt'st my heart, my brain—thou movest, drawest, changest them at will; And now thy sullen notes send darkness through me, Thou takest away all cheering light, all hope, I see the enslaved, the overthrown, the hurt, the opprest of the whole earth, I feel the measureless shame and humiliation of my race, it becomes all mine, Mine too the revenges of humanity, the wrongs of ages, baffled feuds and hatreds, Utter defeat upon me weighs—all lost—the foe victorious, (Yet 'mid the ruins Pride colossal stands unshaken to the last, Endurance, resolution to the last.)
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

No, oigamos antes No, first lets hear news vuestros bizarros extremos, of your extravagant acts, y si traéis terminantes and if you’ve the proof, vuestras notas comprobantes, that will show us the truth, lo escrito cotejaremos.
— from Don Juan Tenorio by José Zorrilla

Close by the door, or rather the hole down which he had so unceremoniously tumbled, two little elderly women, in black aprons and white mutches, were busily engaged in grinding corn between two flat millstones.
— from The Scottish Fairy Book by Elizabeth W. (Elizabeth Wilson) Grierson

His aim was to keep anxiety keenly alive, and to cut short the resources of his enemy, by diplomatic pressure upon neutral states, up to the last extreme that could be borne without war against them being declared, as the lesser evil; and the nearer he could approach this delicate boundary line, without crossing it, the greater his success.
— from The Life of Nelson, Volume 2 The Embodiment of the Sea Power of Great Britain by A. T. (Alfred Thayer) Mahan

In another instant a huge [Pg 223] machine, of bridal white, as Mrs. Baxter subsequently described it, tore around the corner of the road, and, dashing past the occupants of the tennis courts, swept up to the ladies' entrance of the club-house, where it paused, snorting like a huge dragon.
— from The Orchid by Robert Grant

"Not much," replied mamma; "the boys always took their guns with them, but although the deer would rustle over the leaves, and bears and wolves would creep softly up to the little encampment, the fire was usually sufficient protection, and the wolves would content themselves with howling, and with a dissatisfied grunt the bears would move slowly away.
— from The Story of a Summer Or, Journal Leaves from Chappaqua by Cecilia Pauline Cleveland

May they pray to God for me, and may He make me strong up to the last end, so that the enemy may have no power over me.
— from The Story of Florence by Edmund G. Gardner

On the 25th of January, however, the commons framed and passed a bill, which was sent up to the lords, entitled, “An Act for Appointing a Thanksgiving to Almighty God every year on the Fifth of November.”
— from Guy Fawkes; Or, A Complete History Of The Gunpowder Treason, A.D. 1605 by Thomas Lathbury

Bukta did not say that, ever since the official vaccinator had been dragged into the hills by indignant Bhils, runner after runner had skulked up to the lines, entreating, with forehead in the dust, that Jan Chinn should come and explain this unknown horror that hung over his people.
— from The Day's Work - Volume 1 by Rudyard Kipling

Fashionable Coachmen concoct an instrument of torture by drawing up the gag-bit until the horse’s mouth is dragged back quite two inches: a curb much too long and very much too wide being next added, and strained up to the last extremity of tightness.
— from Riding for Ladies: With Hints on the Stable by O'Donoghue, Power, Mrs.

[*]Such excursions were so usual that the literal expression "Let us banquet at the shore" ([Note from Brett: The Greek letters are written out here as there is no way to portray them properly]
— from A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian Life by William Stearns Davis